It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you. |
Just because a person didn't admit that something had changed didn't mean it hadn't happened. |
Part of our job as a writer is to consider how we tell stories, ... This is one way of looking at multiple versions of storytelling. What is also fun about it is all fiction used to be illustrated, so in a way this very revolutionary form of novel is really going back to basics. |
She wondered how many hours it had been since she'd talked out loud. If you didn't use your voice, ever, would it eventually shrivel up and dry away? Was there a natural selection involved in not speaking up? |
The catch was this: Power always involved a loss of humanity. |
The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face. |
The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending. |
The thing that most people didn't understand...was that a rape victim and a victim of a fatal accident were both gone, forever. The difference was that the rape victim still had to go through the motions of being alive. |
The truth is the truth. |
There was a fine line between love and hate, you heard that cliche all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would be the one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness, one day, to feel like an intrusion. |
There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving. |
They were at different places in the same relationship and like anything that's out of alighment, they were destined to crash sooner or later. |
Vengeance was a funny thing: You wanted the satisfaction of knowing it had occurred, but you never wanted to actually hear the words out loud, because then you'd have to admit to yourself that you'd wanted proof, and that somehow made you baser, less civilized. |
What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match? |
When heaven breaks, who fixes it? |